He Got Up! A Medical Miracle!

Bayer Arena fell silent.

The team doctors from both sides calmly examined Depay and Leo Kang's injuries.

Brandt rushed onto the pitch from the bench, ignoring the referee's attempts to stop him as he kept questioning the doctors.

Son Heung-min stood rooted to the spot, completely at a loss.

The three of them had always trained together during this time. Even if Leo Kang were a dog, they would have developed some feelings for him.

Van Gaal came to his senses and said excitedly, "Contact Bayern Munich's Wohlfahrt right away! That man is a miracle doctor! That Chinese kid's career cannot end here!"

During his time coaching Bayern Munich, he had praised Wohlfahrt's medical skills publicly on many occasions.

Giggs nodded, took a few steps, then turned back to Old Van. "Wohlfahrt had a conflict with Guardiola in April. He went to South Africa to take part in a medical aid program!"

"Oh God, damn Guardiola!"

On the other side.

"Boss, what do we do? You finally got the chance to coach the first team again, and our core player... our Leo..."

Dino's voice carried a hint of tears.

He was only twenty-four this year. It had been less than a year since he graduated from the University of Göttingen's sports department, and he had only received his coaching license two months ago.

The horrifying tragedy had unfolded right before his eyes.

For a moment, he could not accept reality.

"Get lost. This isn't the time to worry about results. We should be concerned about Leo's injury."

Old Topp crouched by the touchline, his gaze fixed through the crowd on Bayer Leverkusen's number 10 lying on the ground!

"Boss! Leo got up! He's fine!"

"Thank God. Hurry and complain to the fourth official! Depay should have been shown a red card for that challenge!"

Dino excitedly pointed at Bayer Leverkusen's number 10 on the pitch.

Old Topp hurriedly grabbed him and rushed toward the fourth official.

Under the gaze of everyone in the stadium.

Leo Kang got to his feet.

He stretched his right leg.

Every player on the pitch was stunned.

Manchester United's and Bayer Leverkusen's team doctors were dumbfounded as well.

"What's going on?"

"Leo Kang got up!"

Duan Xuan and He Wei could not hide the joy in their voices.

They nearly blurted out the words "medical miracle."

In the China livestream.

The comments flooded the screen like mad.

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[Holy shit, what is Leo Kang's leg made of? Titanium alloy?]

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[Could this be a final burst before death?]

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[H-He even tried hopping a few times. He's fucking completely fine? Meanwhile, Depay is still lying on the grass.]

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[A sci-fi movie?]

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[Honestly, I love players built like this. You never have to worry about them getting injured!]

Bayer Leverkusen's two doctors carefully checked several times, yet they could not find any injury at all on Leo Kang's lower leg.

There was only a faint bruise from the impact.

It seemed to defy everything they knew.

Depay was carried off on a stretcher. His injury was not too serious.

The referee showed him a red card.

Before leaving the pitch.

Manchester United's number 7 made an apologetic gesture toward Leo Kang, explaining that he had not intended the dangerous challenge.

The guy might have been selfish on the ball, had poor sportsmanship, and a bad temper, but at least his values were normal.

At that moment.

Cheers rang out from BayArena.

Fans from both sides breathed a sigh of relief, seemingly forgetting about the result.

The match resumed.

With one man down, Manchester United completely lost control of the game.

It was as if Leo Kang had not experienced any of what had just happened.

He calmly passed, received, and moved into position, orchestrating Bayer Leverkusen's attack.

"Judging from the flow of the game, Manchester United has no chance now!"

"Bayer Leverkusen holds a two-goal away-goal advantage and is now leading by one at home!"

"With things like this, Van Gaal has no choice but to abandon the attacking football he insists on. He's signaling for the team to drop back—they cannot concede again!"

The game fell into a stalemate.

In clashes between teams from Europe's top five leagues, a red card would not immediately cause one side to collapse.

Unless it was a crazy end-to-end league like the Eerste Divisie, Icelandic Premier League, Ecuadorian league, or United Arab Emirates league.

Bayer Leverkusen relentlessly besieged Manchester United's penalty area.

At this moment.

Van Gaal displayed his ability to command from the sidelines.

He was like a kindergarten teacher.

Constantly shouting at his players to cover and support one another defensively.

It was a deeply ironic reality.

The manager who loved attacking football most in the world was, instead, especially skilled at organizing zonal defense.

Even with God's Perspective.

Leo Kang found it difficult to spot a weakness in Manchester United's back line for the time being.

But he was not in a hurry.

The advantage was in Bayer Leverkusen's hands.

The ball moved quickly between the feet of the players in black.

Leo Kang constantly used passing combinations and his teammates' movement to probe Manchester United's defense.

Smalling felt tremendous pressure.

His nerves were stretched tight.

He feared that the slightest lapse would let Bayer Leverkusen's Chinese player seize an opening and find the chance for a killer pass.

"Bayer Leverkusen's attack has been flowing smoothly."

"Manchester United's defense has been solid too. After all, Smalling grew up playing alongside Ferdinand and Vidić."

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[Smalling, leave already! Don't let Manchester United waste you!]

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[I always thought Ferdinand and Smalling were enemies!]

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[When Manchester United plays open attacking football, their defense is a pile of shit.]

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[When Manchester United plays on the counter, every player is possessed by Ferdinand. To sum it up, Van Gaal's tactical system at Manchester United is just a complete mess!]

In the 49th minute.

At the very end of first-half stoppage time.

Kießling dragged Blind away.

Bender pulled Rojo out wide.

Within God's Perspective.

A sliver of space finally appeared in Manchester United's back line.

Leo Kang received Kramer's pass on the right side of the penalty area.

Without taking a touch.

He drove the ball forward with the inside of his foot!

Like a scalpel.

The ball skimmed swiftly along the grass!

It precisely pierced the weakest point in the opposing defense!

"Beautiful!"

"A brilliantly disguised through ball!"

"Son Heung-min!"

Like a ghost, Son Heung-min appeared on the left side of the six-yard box.

He threw his entire body forward.

Just barely reaching the ball!

He blasted a sliding shot!

De Gea reacted quickly.

He lowered his center of gravity and spread his arms!

Blocking every possible shooting angle!

Bang!

The ball struck his left leg!

It did not bounce out for a corner.

Instead, it hit the post.

Then dropped into the net.

2:0!!!

De Gea turned around helplessly and kicked the post.

"Beautiful!"

"It's in again!"

"An Asian connection! 2:0!!!"

"Leo Kang's scalpel-like through ball, Son Heung-min's sliding finish! Bayer Leverkusen scores again!"

"The suspense over qualification from the Champions League playoff is fading fast!"

The referee immediately blew the whistle for the end of the first half.

Son Heung-min did not celebrate by himself after scoring.

Instead, he excitedly pounced on Leo Kang.

Old Topp seemed not to have recovered from the earlier scare. Standing by the sideline, he hurriedly shouted, "Don't hurt Leo!"

It was useless.

His voice was quickly drowned out by the overwhelming cheers of Bayer Leverkusen's fans.

Dino said worriedly, "Boss! I suggest taking Leo off. What if there's some hidden problem with his lower leg?"

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